Tattered remains of a tortured soul

The Tattered remains of a tortured soul

We are the tattered remains of a tortured soul,

Broken down after countless times having risen from the ground,

The sound of our screams forever haunt your dreams and so it seems the Despair is everywhere,

Despite the internal warfare you are there,

A beacon of hope that ones heart may yet elope from a prison so vast and entrenched in the past.

We eternally wait,

Filled with self hate,

While pondering our fate.